Old Dog

Old Dog

 

There’s an old dog chained up tight/On the porch all day and it don’t seem right/Thinking about the days when he used to run /All over town have a little fun/Howlin at the moon, barkin at the breeze/ Growlin at the grass and scratchin at the fleas/Sometimes I think he’s a lot like me/Trying to find a way to break free

 

When I met her she was gone on me/Now she’s at home in her own company/She don’t want me and that’s for sure/But she gets uptight when I walk out the door/We used to have such a hot romance/But the fires went out as the years advanced/Try to stoke it up again/She just turns her back like she’s in pain

 

And there’s an old dog chained up tight/On the porch all day and it don’t seem right/Thinking about the days when he used to run /All over town have a little fun/Howlin at the moon, barkin at the breeze/ Growlin at the grass and scratchin at the fleas/Sometimes I think he’s a lot like me/Trying to find a way to break free

 

Late one night he slipped the chain/And he headed back out on the town again/ Tried to play it slow and cool/But they laughed at him down where the young dogs rule/And with his tail hung limp between his legs/He crept back home to his own bed /Now she don’t have to check no chain/He just puts it on himself

 

And there’s an old dog chained up tight/On the porch all day and it don’t seem right